Watching the life of myself pass by...
Spending my days in front of a mirrior,
Watching my age reflect itself..
Watching Death slowly take me away from this world,
Freeing me from the sorrow Iv held so deep within...
Three more scars added to the collection,
An addiction welcomed once again...
Becoming an angry wreck,
Day by day giving up more of my sanity to this complexity...
A world so consumed by hate,
Animosity destroying its existence...
What is so worth livng for these days?
Love seems a distant thing,
Lingering for short periods of time,
Only to disappear when you need it most...
The only countable thing;
The beating of your own heart...
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